Hanging on

I'm hanging from my dreams.
In a flood airport from a rusty land.
Tears and sweat run through my body.
Fear and excitement intoxicate me.
Joy and lust invade my self,
my own reflection is a lie...

Creation versus salvation
and no revelation.
Revolution is mandatory, but nothing keeps
the rhythm.

Nothing is steady and I am stealing precious
moments from the rain ins't enough.
I'm hanging on.
I stop loving myself a long time ago.
Sometimes I fear for your dreams,
you are lost and I have no guide, no
directions to give you...

Desire and fire,
proof and scruff...